Juma Reagan

I write this just for fun (I take this extremely seriously)

Popcorn Pages

Apr 15, 2026

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4 min read

I'll Be Down By The Shore

Odysseus was not like you and me, beloved. The man was loyal to his wife, Penelope, whom he had not seen for more than ten years, and for whom suitors were already lining up. He wept every night by the shore, staring longingly at the horizon, thinking of his wife and his son Telemachus.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Apr 12, 2026

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7 min read

To Be A Cadet

Humiliation Rituals.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Apr 5, 2026

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5 min read

Housekeeping

“What if you run out of salt in the middle of the night?”

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Mar 29, 2026

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7 min read

Outliers and Outcasts

Nowadays my generation calls it FOMO. That sense of being left behind, of being an outsider, even when it’s not really your fault. But we can’t all be scouts, and we can’t all be drama students.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Somewhere Between Jeevanjee and the Multiverse

Mar 15, 2026

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8 min read

Somewhere Between Jeevanjee and the Multiverse

Lately I’ve been dreaming a lot about time and space. Alternate realities and all that cosmic mumbo jumbo. This is largely fueled by my unhealthy obsession with time travel movies that I’ve been binge-watching.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Mar 8, 2026

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8 min read

No Moral High Ground

In darkness there are no neat lines separating right from wrong. Boundaries exist only in righteousness, for what is good and just.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Mar 1, 2026

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5 min read

Sweet Expectations

You can almost picture the green screens, the rehearsed pauses, the careful delivery of lines meant to sound spontaneous. Predictable. The tension never quite builds.

Juma Reagan

Vignettes

Feb 25, 2026

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4 min read

Familiar Faces

Whispered conversations rarely carry good news.

Juma Reagan

Popcorn Pages

Feb 15, 2026

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16 min read

The Sokovia Accords

You don’t defeat gods by fighting them, you make them fight themselves.

Juma Reagan

Letters & Lovers

Feb 4, 2026

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10 min read

Daughter of Scorn, Part II

She comes back to die with her people. She does not want to die in the streets of Nairobi, stepped on and eaten by stray dogs. She wants to be buried like a human being. A human being who, unlike everyone else, dared to look beyond the waters of Nam Lolwe.

Juma Reagan

Letters & Lovers

Feb 1, 2026

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8 min read

Daughter of Scorn, Part I

Zuri drank greedily. The village began to feel smaller for her each day. She grew tired of their mud houses and of old men whose breath carried rot and authority. She felt the dresses sewn for her did not bring out her bunda the way a girl would want. Worst of all, she dreaded the certainty of her future.

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 31, 2025

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1 min read

Epilogue

If you made it this far you’re a real one. I hope the year was kind to you.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 30, 2025

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8 min read

Mae e Polo

The music of our land.

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 29, 2025

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2 min read

Same Old, Same Old

The calendar flips, but my habits come with me. I carry them on my back into the new year, unmoved by my resolutions, untouched by my celebrations. They do not respond to motivation or champagne.

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 28, 2025

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10 min read

Rading’

What fun, weird, or memorable moments did 2025 bring? Did you meet someone from Chad? Did a crab bite your small toe?

Juma Reagan

First-Person

Dec 27, 2025

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3 min read

Snow? In Karachuonyo??

We were standing at the exact point where most of the area’s trade quietly changed hands. The abandoned well sat at a junction linking Otaro to a narrow dirt highway. Local boys with small bags passed through casually, and with nothing more than a twitch of the eyebrows, they could tell who was a customer and who wasn’t.

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 26, 2025

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2 min read

12 Pairs of Boxers

I honestly don’t know... when is enough enough?

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 25, 2025

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1 min read

Mistletoe

Merry Christmas!

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 24, 2025

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6 min read

New Kid On The Block

Being new teaches you humility. It brings the illusion that there is a manual everyone else received except you. Sometimes it means being invisible. Other times it means being painfully visible. You make mistakes that feel bigger than they actually are.

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 23, 2025

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2 min read

the devil wears akala

I have never liked these men. Men that seemed to know how to read the movement of the sun, arriving precisely when it was lunchtime, especially on ceremonious days.

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 22, 2025

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3 min read

The Lazy Article

You’ll probably read this while I’m deep in Luo land, inhaling the scent of hot dung at dawn. But don’t worry, I’ll be sniffing it with satisfaction. Fulfilled that I wrote something. I’m allowed to sniff anything, because I’ve done my part.

Juma Reagan

Letters & Lovers

Dec 21, 2025

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4 min read

Letters to Cheptolo, II: Lady Santa

Lady Santa visited me the other day. She brought me an early Christmas present and promised me a book early next year. I cannot wait.

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 20, 2025

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2 min read

Garbage In, Garbage Out

It’s a cruel quirk of the mind, that as new memories are formed by daily living, the old ones thin and fade until they are nearly gone.

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 19, 2025

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3 min read

You Silly Goose

"You naughty girl, no presents for you."

Juma Reagan

32 Days of Christmas

Dec 18, 2025

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2 min read

Don’t Forget to Eat

If there’s anything I love about grandparents, it’s that they might treat their own children like adversaries, but never their grandchildren. We are their final flicker of hope.

Juma Reagan

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